New Ulm weekly review., 1887-09-07

Wnlcn acG#Gne lnulanS seemed rather
to encourage, he began crying and
sobbing like a child. I was lifted up.
behind warrior and OF we went at q
gallop, riding to the west and keeping
close to the river until We had made
at least fifteen miles. Then we came
upon an Indian village as twas grow
ing daylight.
My feelings during that ride were
anything but agreeable, can assure
you. The fact that / was not killed
at the moment of my capture had a
significance which well understood.
i was just as certain to 90 to the stake
for torture as remained a prisoner,
and ] did a heap OF thinking in hopes
to get a plan for escape. Mounted be-
hind an Indian, my arms tied so tight-
ly that was a constant sufferer, and
Obliged to keep my balance by the use
OF my legs alone, there was no earth-
ly show for me to carry out my
scheme. Sewell was mounted on the
horse just ahead OF me, and his con.
duct went far to distress and unnerve
me. He kept up a constant lamenta,-
tion, and was continually beseeching
me not to let the Indians do him
harm. Drink had lost its effect on
him, and to come out of his spell and
find himself in the hands of the relent-
less redskins had taken all the pluck
out OF him. He was doing the very
worst thing he could have done, for I
heard the Indians gloating over the
prospect when he should come to the
stake. There was considerably hur-
rah when we rode into the village, and
had not been able to understand a.
word OF the dialect, the looks and ac-
tions of the Indians would have been
sufficient to tell me what fate they in
tended to mete out to us. Sewell
was placed in one lodge and I in an
other, and the war party were soon
engaged with breakfast. It was not
yet fully daylight when I was pulled
off the horse, and therefore I had
not yet been recognized. I was pref
ty generally known to all the tribes,
and they had named me ''The Long
Death" ! got the name by killing
some OF them with arihe which knock
ed them over wheh the supposed
themselves far beyond range. My
only hope was that no one in the crowd
would be able to identify me, as had
lately had my hair cut close and my
whiskers entirely removed, but day
light had only come when three war
riors looked IN on me, gave q start of
surprise, and one of them called at
the top of his voice:
'It-is the Long Death! We have
got him at last. Here is the white
hunter who has killed so many of
our people"
The cat was out of the bag, as the
old saying goes, and stood there and
faced them and knew that was doom
ed to the most horrible tortures they
could invent.
They did not keep me long in wait
ing. The knowledge ge of my. identity
whetted their savage appetltes, and
while the warriors who captured us
were eating breakfast the rest Of the
village were astir with preparations.
The camp was in bit Of valley on the
bank o. Smoky He'll Fork, and two
young trees were cut down, trimmed
to a proper length and then driven in.
to the ground in the centre OF the vii
Iage. The one intended for me was
almost in front of my tepee, and I
stoon at the entrance and saw the
young men drive it into the earth.
More than that, sung out to them
in steady voice in their own dia-
lect
IA stake like that to hold The
Long Death! You shall see how he
will tear it up!"
My words were received with shouts
of satisfaction. No people on earth
respect courage in a man as much as
the Indians. There are no less cruel
to a game man, but his gameness will
shorten his torture. Feeling that my
time had come, and hoping to pro-
woke some of them to shoot or toma-
hawk me, I called out the names of
half a dozen Of the tribe whom / had
sent to the happy hunting grounds.
Some Of the young men fairly raved
to get at me, but the order OF the chief
was to wait. boasted that / could
outshoot, outride and outrun their
best men, and offered to fight any
six OF them il they would turn me
loose, but all this talk only gave them
the more satisfaction in thinking of the
torture IN store for me. On the same
principle that people eat their pie
last, the Indians led Sewell out first.
His condition was such that but lit
tie fun could be anticipated from his
torture. He was large, fne-looking
man, but the result of his spree and
Of his capture was to break him
down. He had no more courage than
a. child and II; was nitifuls To 500 him
weep and hear his lamentations. I
begged OF the Indians to let him go,
stating that he was civilian who had
never injured them, and was SO broken
down that he could not live long, and
but for the hot-headed young men in
the tribe should have got him off.
They urged that he was assist
ing to build the railroad which
was driving the game and the In
dian out Of the country. and that
the white men never spared a warrior
because he was ill. Such talk as this
settled il and tha onOinaar was lpd